Cliffs
The sea was kissed
by the morning mist
Darkness tarried
as the sun struggled
to be set free
Standing atop the cliffs
a wild picture
of windblown
red hair likened to
the Flame tree
Cloak lifted by the wind
she scanned the horizon
searching for a sign
Praying he comes today
as was his decree
In the distance
she espies the sails
The ship moving at a clip
becoming clearer, getting nearer
bringing her the key
A flock of seagulls
Releasing its cacophony
Rose up around her
Its noise summoning
her sensually
Heart lifted from its
recessed pit
she mounts her steed
Galloping to the shoreline
sorrows vanish
once more carefree
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Cacophany
Summon
Sensual
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